Listen to the rain

Listen to the rain
Listen to the stories it tells
For the rain
Has been to every
Corner of the earth
Except maybe the desert
And if you come from
A place like mine
A place where the winter is gray and not white, water and not cold,
The rain knows you
Better than the sun
Listen to the rain
Sometimes
It can give you
Better advice
Than a thousand friends
And more wise thoughts
Than a person a thousand years old
Inhabiting the earth
Listen to the rain
It tells only the truth

Here I am

Here I am
On the brink of discovery
And difficulty
An finding
What it is
To live
Unrestrained by ties to the ground
I am a tree
Left in the garden
After every living soul
Has gone
My branches finally allowed
To grow, untamed
I am a piece of barren rock
Buried deep
Beneath the surface
Left alone for millions of years
I just might become
A diamond
I am a caged bird
Just about
To be set free
Now, we must wait
To see
Will I ever return?

We will

I know
Everyone is telling us
That there is no way we'll do it
I know
We're the only ones
That really think
Our plans will play out
But I also know
As long as we
Can believe
In our ability
To make anything happen
And our determination
To work hard and
Do whatever it takes
We will do it
We will get out of this place
We will

We had a little bubble

We had a little bubble
Secluded from time and space
Containing only our bodies

We had a little bubble
In which there was no doubt or fear or rejection

We had a little bubble
And the only emotion allowed
Was pure joy

We had a little bubble
I wish it hadn't popped

Like a CD track

I wish
You could somehow
Attach yourself
To my consciousness
Just for a little while
So that you could understand
How I feel about you
Without the very high
Danger of me
Scrambling up the words
It would work
I'm sure it would
The only question is,
How?

On writing

Writing is my drug
It is my intoxication
My everyday rush
My addiction
Is the feel of paper under graphite
My 'trip' is the tangent of words
That I feel flowing
Through my fingertips
Words I didn't even know
Were coming
I get high
Off of the pure
Beauty
Of finally finding a way
To say what I really feel
Writing
Should be prescribed by doctors
Described
As a way to achieve
Mental peace
And
Utter
Exhilaration

Truly beautiful

Oh beautiful girl
Look at yourself
Stand right in front of a mirror
And look
Don't allow
Any lies
To enter your consciousness
But rather
Stay there
Until you actually
Truly
Understand
The beauty
Of your face
Of your body
And of your soul
The truth is
That everyone
Surrounding you can see it
Dark blinds
Have been placed in front of your eyes
Your vision
Is altered by what
We sometimes allow ourselves
To believe
Is the definition of beauty
Do not
Believe it
Do not
Allow that lie
To twist around in your mind
Long enough to seem like truth
You
Are truly
Beautiful